Hold on tight

The setup:

Tuesday it had been raining so I had a coat on, was holding my purse, folders, and an umbrella i.e. my arms were full. I am wearing a skirt.

The story:

When: Tuesday, 5 PM
Where: The cross walk from the salt palace to the Marriott hotel.
Who: I am walking across West Temple to the Marriott where I park.
What: half way across the street, I feel something hit my ankles... I look down and yes there it is. My skirt. Around my ankles. My arms are full. So... I kick up my skirt, now ONLY wearing my slip, and finish crossing the road. Did I mention it is 5 PM so people are filling the streets. So many people! In their cars, out of their cars, everywhere. I get to the side of the street and put my skirt on, yes on the corner. Laughing hysterically along the way. Then I am standing there calling my brother to tell him the story phone in hand and my skirt falls down AGAIN. Ridiculous. I hang up and pull up my skirt AGAIN. This time I hold onto it and head into the Marriott where I took a look at my skirt which somehow had expanded 4 extra inches around my waistline from my work to my car... so I fastened it with my hair tie and drove home.
How: NOT SURE what happened to my skirt. Seriously, there is no elastic that broke, no rip or tear. Just happened.

HILARIOUS.